Little Ted was home from school, sick (and snotty). She’s a tough little nut: pale, lips cracked and wrinkled like prunes, glazed eyes and needing to lay on the couch between doses of herbs, but still asking if there’s something I’d like her to do. So, I set her to weed killing. As I said, no RoundUp will cross this threshold, E.V.E.R. and last time I checked the ingredients of the friendliest looking weed spray it wasn’t good enough to be putting near my vegetable garden, pets or kids.
